Seduced by Him || HS. (Major Editing)

Chapter 7

My head shot up with a loud gasp. Breathing heavily, I sat up looking around me. I was in my bedroom, on my bed. It was still midnight from what I could see from my window. My body was sweating. Terrified, I kept saying that was a dream. A dream. Just a dream.

I got out of bed and took a quick shower, then decided to go back to bed, hopefully going back to sleep.

Sleep tight kitten.

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 NEXT DAY.

I have been sitting here for 30 minutes. Geography class was so damn boring. I wonder why Harry hasn't showed up yet. Maybe he was in the woods.. maybe my dream was real. What? No, that's stupid. But maybe..

A loud bang on the door startles me. The hell? Harry storms in wearing a flannel shirt with those tight ass black jeans, his hair in a cute mess. Wtf? Why does he have to look good in everything?

"Why are you so late, Mr. Styles?" The teacher asks harshly. "My mom was in the fucking hospital for an emergency, do you expect me to ditch her?." He growls, without even looking at her, the first thing he does is pulling his chair next to mine and sitting next to me. I furrowed my eyebrows and looked at him, he wasn't looking at me.

His green eyes were focused on my hands that (I didn't know why) were shaking. He slowly took my hand, intertwined his fingers with mine, then brought his lips to my knuckles, which gave me goosebumps. No one was watching us, thankfully.

I stared at his face, his eyes were closed while his lips lingered on my soft skin. He was sad. Really sad. Harry took a deep breath before pulling away and looking into my eyes, but still keeping his fingers locked with mine.

I looked deep into those eyes of his, they were slightly watery. I could see the pain through his eyes. I was sad to see him like this, even though Katy told me he was an asshole. I wanted nothing more than to hug him right now. The bell rang, interrupting our little session.

Harry got up, pulling his hand away from mine. I didn't want  him to be sad, more than he already was, so I took his hand again. He tried to give me a small smiled, but failed. We walked out of class, and when I saw no one was in the hallway, I quickly hugged him tightly.

Harry quickly reacted by squeezing me really hard, but I couldn't care less. I heard a little sob, and for some reason I felt really bad. So many things were going through my mind. Maybe he wasn't the asshole Katy talked about. Maybe he didn't wanna show anyone his true self. Maybe he is willing to show ME, because I saw the pain behind his eyes. 

"Wanna come to my house?" He mumbled unexpectedly through my neck. "Sure." I rubbed his clothed muscular back.

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"How's your mom?" I asked, taking a sip of my coke. "She says she's fine." "Don't worry, she will be fine." I smiled. He looked at me and finally smiled. "There's my Harry!" I cheerfully say, smiling widely. "Your Harry?" He raises his eyebrows with a smirk. I playfully push him as he laughs making me laugh with him. "How about we watch a movie?" He suggests. "Yeah, I'll choose though."

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We watched 'Identity Theif', and we kept laughing at literally every scene that comes on. Later on, we ended up cuddling. I was laughing then, not realising, I kept my head on his chest, so he started stroking my hair.

I felt so warm in this position, and somehow, so safe. Harry's not the person people think he is. I'm sure of that.